August Nights
Last night was great. I'm glad I went out to little Greece. I thought I was going to be a party pooper but I wasn't. I was out with Haiat, her coz and his roommate mojo (who looks like Antonio Banderas, how hot). The cos seemed nice but has an obnoxious air about him. He had a "too cool" attitude. Ironically, he made a goof of himself quite a few times. First, he calculated our portion of the bill for the food with his phone calculator (are you kidding me?). Then at another (desert) restaurant, he made such a mess of himself (he was dressed so sharp too): he dropped his spoon on the table God knows how many times and he got some ice cream on his shirt and didn't notice until the end of the night until the stain was really settled in. I noticed and tried to draw his attention to it but I guess he wasn't aware. When he noticed, he was sad. He spent like 15 minutes trying to rub it out. A cruel joke from the gods perhaps. Then before we left, he "thought" he put in his 5 measly bucks for his portion of the bill and made a big stink about it. Haiat ended up paying for his share. Not a very dignified man at all. Poor Mojo who has to deal with him every day.
The time sure did fly. I didn't get home till 2 am. I miss nights like those. Of course, it wouldn't have truly been a night without a homeless guy hassling us for change. Apparently, Haiat and the gang had an encounter with the same man earlier that evening.
Anyway, the next thing on the happening list is my hair. I took the plunge and I cut it. I actually want it shorter if you can believe (this from the person who's never had shorter than the shoulder length hair) but it's truly liberating and it's got so much shape and bounce now! I love it.
So even though I told Haiat not to speak to Fil to inquire about his coldness, she did anyway but she didn't get much. His brother told her that he has the tendency to be a jerk sometimes. So this is him being a jerk to me I guess. It's a big question mark really. I don't know why he's decided to do that. I think I'm going to let this one go. Like water down your back, they say. I'm not going to let it bother me. That's the end of that book.
Speaking of books, I've put my novel in progress on hold for a bit b/c I'm going to enroll in French classes so that (keeping fingers crossed) I can teach abroad in France. I want to be able to understand the language at least.
Here's Part II of San's msg. as I mentioned.
Hey Grace:
Sorry for not responding to your earlier message. You are welcome to call my cell anytime (it’s on almost 24/7).
Hehe…I’m glad you find what I wrote “riveting”. Don’t worry about not emailing me earlier…I’ll try to give you a call sometime later today. I have some school stuff I need to take care of (yuck!).
My cell phone number is 416-***-****. Gimme a call when you have some time.
As for the words of Ms. Carrie Bradshaw…damn straight! THAT was the kind of passion I was looking for. I wanted so badly to be with someone who made ME weak in the knees – and I honestly didn’t think it was possible (b/c I’m so weird and picky, most guys turn me off or do nothing for me – I’m indifferent to most of them). And I’m a firm believer that one can have it all – as cheesy as it may sound.
But anyway, back to my story. :P
So things b/w Louis and I were so-so (nothing horrible, nothing great – a solid friendship).
As I mentioned earlier I found this guy on my friend’s list…someone whose name sounded very familiar. This was on Monday, February 26 (sometime at night).
So I message him asking if it was indeed him… Turns out it was my ex from 10 years ago. So we sent each other messages back and forth (you know exchanged pleasantries and the like). I told him to add me to his msn so we could chat.
So he added me on that night. And we chatted…and there was some definite chemistry there. You know…when you flirt but don’t. And as innocent as the conversation was, it got me all flustered. How is it that a guy from my past of 10 years just pops in like that and makes me all flushed and girly? I knew that my relationship with Louis just wasn’t good – that it was not the kind of relationship I wanted (hell if someone could just waltz back into my life and get me all giddy!). So I told Louis how I was talking to my ex (that same day) and that it got me all giddy…he didn’t think much of it (we had the kind of relationship where I could say anything w/out fear of any retaliation on his part).
Louis and I ended up arguing about us eventually that night…but we went to bed OK. And in the morning I woke up thinking “no way…there is no way I want to get back with my ex…he is totally not my type physically!” So I was fine come Tuesday morning.
Then I saw him on msn again… And we started chatting…and this time the flirting began (he more or less implied that I am the kind of girl he wants to end up with). It was all so subtle (but not, you know?). Anyway, he told me about his life, what he’s been up to the past 10 years. He knew I had a bf (my facebook profile said that I was in a relationship).
This time I was starting to crush on my ex… So I did something I’ve never done in my almost 8 years with Louis – I called a girlfriend up to talk. I NEVER talked to my girlfriends about my relationship really (I mean yeah I did, but nothing too deep) – I saw it as a kind of betrayal… So anyway, I called her up and told her what was up (how I don’t feel the passion, etc…how my ex has my blood going, etc). I cried too…
I told Louis I talked to my friend and he was hurt that I made our relationship out to be so cold. He and I fought that Tuesday night (again). Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I knew I had to end it. And I’m going to sound like a total bitch…but GraceI ended it with him b/c I wanted to see if I could pursue something with me ex! Isn’t that horrible? I knew very little about my ex…the kind of man he’d grown into, if we had a future together, etc…but still, in my mind, it was better than being stuck in a relationship where I wasn’t happy.
Louis actually initiated the breakup…he was like “OK I can’t do this anymore”. Cause I asked him for time, to sort things out. But he was all “if you don’t know now you never will” kind of attitude. He didn’t realize the poor guy, that we were breaking up for real (he thought it was just one of our many frivolous breakups). So we break up.
And that night I ended up calling my ex, balling on the phone with him…telling him that I couldn’t continue my relationship with Louis (I don’t think I made it clear that Louis and I had broken up)…that I had feelings for him.
We ended up talking into the wee hours of the night (like 13-14 hours I think). We were both amazed at how intensely we felt about each other (after having picked up contact after so many years).
And in the two months that followed (I had two more months left in Calgary at the time), we talked non stop. Morning, noon, and night. When he was at work he’d try to call me here and there…we talked as soon as he was done work. Talked late into the night many times… It was a heady kind of connection we had. I couldn’t explain it.
This guy seemed to be so many of the things I wanted in my ideal mate. But I was afraid that once I met him in person, I’d be all grossed out again (circa 1997) – I was terrified of myself (that childish part of myself).
In the meantime, Louis and I fought, tried to be friends, tried to keep a distance, tried to maintain a friendship… It was awful for him. He’d call me really upset (he went through a roller coaster of emotions). And me, being the complete selfish bitch that I was, I was far too focused on my new found passionate affair!
This guy told me that he never really forgot about me. He’s had 3 relationships since we broke up. And he said, although he never really thought of me in a romantic capacity after we broke up (it took him a year, he says, to get over us – even though we were only “together” for 2 months…and we were so young). Anyway, he said he thought about me when things were going down hill in each relationship, how he connected with me like he had with no other (and apparently he mentioned this to some of his exes and his friends).
In fact, he said he knew I was on facebook before I messaged. He semi stalked me actually (w/out me knowing about it). I’ll give you the details later… Hehe…yet again, a long post Grace. Ohhh how did my life get so dramatic?
I must be insane.
GW
The time sure did fly. I didn't get home till 2 am. I miss nights like those. Of course, it wouldn't have truly been a night without a homeless guy hassling us for change. Apparently, Haiat and the gang had an encounter with the same man earlier that evening.
Anyway, the next thing on the happening list is my hair. I took the plunge and I cut it. I actually want it shorter if you can believe (this from the person who's never had shorter than the shoulder length hair) but it's truly liberating and it's got so much shape and bounce now! I love it.
So even though I told Haiat not to speak to Fil to inquire about his coldness, she did anyway but she didn't get much. His brother told her that he has the tendency to be a jerk sometimes. So this is him being a jerk to me I guess. It's a big question mark really. I don't know why he's decided to do that. I think I'm going to let this one go. Like water down your back, they say. I'm not going to let it bother me. That's the end of that book.
Speaking of books, I've put my novel in progress on hold for a bit b/c I'm going to enroll in French classes so that (keeping fingers crossed) I can teach abroad in France. I want to be able to understand the language at least.
Here's Part II of San's msg. as I mentioned.
Hey Grace:
Sorry for not responding to your earlier message. You are welcome to call my cell anytime (it’s on almost 24/7).
Hehe…I’m glad you find what I wrote “riveting”. Don’t worry about not emailing me earlier…I’ll try to give you a call sometime later today. I have some school stuff I need to take care of (yuck!).
My cell phone number is 416-***-****. Gimme a call when you have some time.
As for the words of Ms. Carrie Bradshaw…damn straight! THAT was the kind of passion I was looking for. I wanted so badly to be with someone who made ME weak in the knees – and I honestly didn’t think it was possible (b/c I’m so weird and picky, most guys turn me off or do nothing for me – I’m indifferent to most of them). And I’m a firm believer that one can have it all – as cheesy as it may sound.
But anyway, back to my story. :P
So things b/w Louis and I were so-so (nothing horrible, nothing great – a solid friendship).
As I mentioned earlier I found this guy on my friend’s list…someone whose name sounded very familiar. This was on Monday, February 26 (sometime at night).
So I message him asking if it was indeed him… Turns out it was my ex from 10 years ago. So we sent each other messages back and forth (you know exchanged pleasantries and the like). I told him to add me to his msn so we could chat.
So he added me on that night. And we chatted…and there was some definite chemistry there. You know…when you flirt but don’t. And as innocent as the conversation was, it got me all flustered. How is it that a guy from my past of 10 years just pops in like that and makes me all flushed and girly? I knew that my relationship with Louis just wasn’t good – that it was not the kind of relationship I wanted (hell if someone could just waltz back into my life and get me all giddy!). So I told Louis how I was talking to my ex (that same day) and that it got me all giddy…he didn’t think much of it (we had the kind of relationship where I could say anything w/out fear of any retaliation on his part).
Louis and I ended up arguing about us eventually that night…but we went to bed OK. And in the morning I woke up thinking “no way…there is no way I want to get back with my ex…he is totally not my type physically!” So I was fine come Tuesday morning.
Then I saw him on msn again… And we started chatting…and this time the flirting began (he more or less implied that I am the kind of girl he wants to end up with). It was all so subtle (but not, you know?). Anyway, he told me about his life, what he’s been up to the past 10 years. He knew I had a bf (my facebook profile said that I was in a relationship).
This time I was starting to crush on my ex… So I did something I’ve never done in my almost 8 years with Louis – I called a girlfriend up to talk. I NEVER talked to my girlfriends about my relationship really (I mean yeah I did, but nothing too deep) – I saw it as a kind of betrayal… So anyway, I called her up and told her what was up (how I don’t feel the passion, etc…how my ex has my blood going, etc). I cried too…
I told Louis I talked to my friend and he was hurt that I made our relationship out to be so cold. He and I fought that Tuesday night (again). Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I knew I had to end it. And I’m going to sound like a total bitch…but GraceI ended it with him b/c I wanted to see if I could pursue something with me ex! Isn’t that horrible? I knew very little about my ex…the kind of man he’d grown into, if we had a future together, etc…but still, in my mind, it was better than being stuck in a relationship where I wasn’t happy.
Louis actually initiated the breakup…he was like “OK I can’t do this anymore”. Cause I asked him for time, to sort things out. But he was all “if you don’t know now you never will” kind of attitude. He didn’t realize the poor guy, that we were breaking up for real (he thought it was just one of our many frivolous breakups). So we break up.
And that night I ended up calling my ex, balling on the phone with him…telling him that I couldn’t continue my relationship with Louis (I don’t think I made it clear that Louis and I had broken up)…that I had feelings for him.
We ended up talking into the wee hours of the night (like 13-14 hours I think). We were both amazed at how intensely we felt about each other (after having picked up contact after so many years).
And in the two months that followed (I had two more months left in Calgary at the time), we talked non stop. Morning, noon, and night. When he was at work he’d try to call me here and there…we talked as soon as he was done work. Talked late into the night many times… It was a heady kind of connection we had. I couldn’t explain it.
This guy seemed to be so many of the things I wanted in my ideal mate. But I was afraid that once I met him in person, I’d be all grossed out again (circa 1997) – I was terrified of myself (that childish part of myself).
In the meantime, Louis and I fought, tried to be friends, tried to keep a distance, tried to maintain a friendship… It was awful for him. He’d call me really upset (he went through a roller coaster of emotions). And me, being the complete selfish bitch that I was, I was far too focused on my new found passionate affair!
This guy told me that he never really forgot about me. He’s had 3 relationships since we broke up. And he said, although he never really thought of me in a romantic capacity after we broke up (it took him a year, he says, to get over us – even though we were only “together” for 2 months…and we were so young). Anyway, he said he thought about me when things were going down hill in each relationship, how he connected with me like he had with no other (and apparently he mentioned this to some of his exes and his friends).
In fact, he said he knew I was on facebook before I messaged. He semi stalked me actually (w/out me knowing about it). I’ll give you the details later… Hehe…yet again, a long post Grace. Ohhh how did my life get so dramatic?
I must be insane.
GW
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